8:51 p.m. - 2001-07-07
dsaaaaaaaaaa
I hear your voice
look in your eyes
end the truth
start the lies
My soul withers like the unloved flower
tonight will be my darkest hour
I see it coming before the dawn
emotion existed now its gone
memories of dreams held strong
wither and die before to long
once there gone theres nothing left
except darkness, emptiness, short of breath
Panting, heaving, sweating, dreaming
all reality is fake it's seeming
I cant hold on, ive nothing left.
except darkness, emptiness, short of breah
I cant take it anymore
i dont know whats in store
communication opens the door
shivering my soul down to the core
Happiness is a dish best served to those who fucking ordered it.
<3
Dan
Yeah its definitly 4:00 in the morning.
